Odds Are

I know you probably didn't mean what you said

And every time you screamed at me in your Honda CRV it's cause you cared so god Damn much

But I think that I'm running out of excuses

Even my parents stopped holding back using words they don't usually use about you

But you were so convinced you're right

That blame belongs on both our sides

And you swore that I made you cry as much as you did to me

But I don't think you've got a clue

What it was like loving you

To feel yourself losing your mind